Landscape is a joy poem, a reflection on how sometimes black and white turns colour and you’re not sure how or why.

Landscape – Joy Poem

…..and then you get into a landscape lighter than your breath, more solid than your arms, your legs poised for flying and diving all at once. And you wonder at what point in time the sun took up the paintbrush, at what junction the red hues began fluttering like a butterfly, sometimes splattering greens like an eagle, sometimes tiptoeing in purple like a ladybug. And then you don’t even wanna know anymore, because hands make rainbows now.